Christian Homesickness (2005 – 2010)
Lethe (2010)
All else consumed by a holy cloud of forgetting
Build this man up by the way attained
Go further into the warm waters, brother,
Happy is he, healthy is he among the
Pulled out and pulled apart.
He sat with them, but not in vain.
He sat among the ones long dead,
A feast, a store, a partner,
love;
Encourage him in all his ways
To help him to forget the time of
disengagement;
Calling power down upon the hour,
Scouring the sea for word and need,
The broken healer,
Prays the skies to shut the rain and
Makes them shower down again.
A sign that he’s there. A friend.
Skilled to these degrees.
Saturated Markets (2010)
1. I’ve damn near suffocated here on phony art
the wise-imparted flown away
to stitched together forced apparent fault to flaw,
I’ll hear around it, folk’ll pour a
More affront impose; stayed and stale;
Your city heaved a brick
And I’ve near suffocated here on phony love and friends
Of course it helped the no-more room around the table
And lines around the block to Babel.
2. Train to learn to disappear and reappear
And be a type and be before the
All that’s meant to come and stand forever more.
These wishes poured out, deep upon the deep,
Upon the deepest places stored and tried,
He acted out of grief but by the end was
Well trained to make a person disappear and reappear,
And be a type, a saint.
3. I’ve sent a hacked-up double of myself to do the dirty work,
The mystery of time to pass;
He infiltrated with intent to do, undo it all, the whack and shitty minds.
Brought in through the back door, see,
He couldn’t come so near it any other way.
Ignored the force of nature, well on to the super-nature
Fabric of the weak and tired forms
Scored out to static, stand.
4. Awaken sleeper, have you heard?
Jesus had the final word!
Upon a long and tired history of abuse,
It rained a shine of blades,
Incite it all, for the future’s free;
Calm me down or bid to flight
Aboard magnificently showy winds headed
straight toward the center, glide on,
Now you are the more awake, and coming
closer to the force that trailed ‘ya,
Down the road, now over, being lover.
5. They took that cross down, Mary, the one you
said had looked so scary.
They left a ghost.
Scattered seed across that plain, sight for sight
Light’s to heal, but you’d rather be wary
Paint the face up bright again, but
Staining dye; crowd’s catastrophe beyond it’s worth,
A horror when again it’s placed upon its cross
Market startled, misconceived, saturated, dead.
Sonnet (2005)
In new Life, born to cosmic realms, forget
Neither mother, father, nor the womb,
Nor he that shattered the silence of the tomb,
To black holes, sent full-weight of cosmic debt.
Now I see the lifted Time unfurled
across the spectrum of the universe;
My movements’ not restricted to the earth.
___world
___course
___worth
Middle Women (II) (2010)
Morning by morning waits for plates to shift
Womb’s death’s chambered tear-ed
The Tethys Sea has trapped my tears, wept standing at
the church’s back.
And poison silent moods of the middle women,
after the —last.
Sister ________
Your lover’s at the door, I’m your friend
And sentiment has sunk into the Tethys Sea
To bring it back, transfigured in the end.
A rock is wind blown sound of century of stock
The trees stand as best witnessed, but cannot sense
the drift and fact that (the)
Face of earth renews its daughters;
Your little ___ head still stands unique.
These trees fall and over time decay.
The suffering way; the only way.
Behold, A Firewall
Behold, a way to call to bright effect
and place to test and end the
murd’rous round, sets to tick time
Sets life to die.
Great and painful pass, and power to perform.
Behold, at last, a way.
Don’t scoff at what Ezekiel saw
Set the body to push beyond, Zeke, hit it.
The wheel, ’tis history so stormed
across the sky.
That’s tested power to perform.
Zeke did it but was scorned, he bellows from beyond.
But Who’s that that carried it ‘too far?’
Take up the mat, kid, walk.
The dead dead dry, behold it live, spring to the
edge of time.
Behold! A firewall to sift and purify, this
harlot-hearted dead, dead dry.
The one to rattle raise the dead, dead dry
son, son, son of man.
To rattle and raise the dead, dead dry
The fourth one in the flame – His time is nigh.
Who was that that carried it too far?
The trail’s been set to back, to suffocate on shards of glass
Sail’s aflame but even the ocean’s frozen.
Landscape (2005)
There is a place of planet size;
Within its atmosphere is an expanse
of liquid, like an ocean,
covering the surface of the massive, solid sphere.
The sky: it has a golden tint
that, thus, reflects upon the surface of the deep.
The sky lacks clouds, but is not empty.
Several stars are in proximity.
They are the distinct shapes upon the
canvas of the golden ceiling.
Golden, golden sky!
You make the water shine.
The Face of God above the keep,
The whales, like angels in the sea.
* * *
This place is cut into hemispheres
and spins on axes around a star.
The surface has a strange geology;
a band around the center of the sphere.
(which stretches halfway to the poles
on either side of the equatorial line)
is made of shapes of diverse forms.
It is a region of utter beauty and complexity.
The forms are precise and make
reference to nothing but themselves;
a rocky work that stretches for thousands of miles
the angel-whales swim in and out and
through these structured arcs and
caves.
Temples on the Northern and the Southern poles.
Structures of immensity that rise from stretches of
smooth flat surface.
What a sight to see!
The angel-whales point the way and
Serve to orient the stretch.
Their song (which is a song of praise)
Is heard everywhere within the deep.
It permeates this place with perfect harmony.
It is the sound-equivalent to that equatorial band.
Non-repeating, ever-evolving forms of
pure delight and wonder.
Referencing nothing but the region in the
Spirit of God that spoke them.
This is creation’s pinnacle…
Middle Women (I) (2009)
A love that serves her,
She needed to be an ‘am’
a spiritual daughter.
Her lovely ends disclosed.
Eternally home.
Never one so closest, very pretty far.
That for a lass
She’s a good if not a best.
I don’t know if I got it but a
Diff’rence don’t tell me to say.
These women teach the tales, do teach these tales
Do teach these tales to say it hi a
Long and pretty hair
Pretty hair hi a big and pretty eyes,
Pretty eyes
Know not if I got it but
Buckle down and take a note
To make me wise and
Given time to see through its disguise.
Night around, so many nights around to
Teach away a path, to love, to serve, to serve you first.
To see, to understand, to heart to back.
Help to make it a stream to follow it, hi
A symmetry hi hi hi.
Times (2009)
These hands, stuck it out with these hands
Stumps grow toward passion, life—
Those symbols know(n) to
Where I never thought I’d go.
My stated purpose went astray.
Discipled (and) frankly caused it all to surrender
Heaping up a mass, a total failure
On a standard empty system,
A man upon my poison house, enshrine.
(My stated purpose went astray.)
Sea of reeds, sea of reeds
Drowned the memory of my misdeeds.
Apprehension as a done-away—
That (that) stayed, that was connected.
How will
Grant sleep
Stand still
Give life
Sharp spear
Burst heart
Bring peace
Your desert;
Eat grass
Fool time
Kill ways
See eye
Speak health
Hear prayer
Your desert;
Clear fire
Gain ground
Make home
Plow mind
Seek truth
Come die
Fall rain
Fall rain
Your desert.
Lethe (2009)
i.
Hung out late with friends-long dead:
We stayed on the floor;
Rocked from side-to-side and before we knew it
talked all day,
All the while taking
buckets full of poison away.
Those guys taught me something;
Infinity’s dynamic zero.
And how they dragged the paradigm
to the desert, howling stiff,
I’ll never know;
Of course, it smashed to bits.
The grace of God has cut a stream called Lethe;
One sip, the sentiments disarmed, and God
has loosed the bonds of regard.
Lethe to lust & fear
Lethe to lust & fear.
Violence flew out of hands,
then the tongue, and
Last the mind.
We talked all day,
All the while taking
buckets full of poison away.
ii
Numb, the human scales [the]
Myriad tales.
He fails; and up—
Body bears the scars [and] he wars
against the demon hoard
calls upon the LORD,
prostrate, lotus on the ground
His mind can tell the time, but
Peace found among weeds, thorns
He’s patient for the gift
Else consumed by a holy cloud of forgetting.
Will make the God-connect against the jeers?
Falls before his fears and friends,
Prays for sleep, the one who steers
through the bays of circumstance provided—
blessed is he who fields the visitation.
Else consumed by a holy cloud of forgetting.
(mythology) (2009)
i. Too much of what you say is coming true;
I, the bearer shudders terror,
Stands within the enstarkened light.
I, no more equipped to be here;
(I stayed too long perhaps)
Dam has broke and all is lost of this.
these waters rise and split
Trees grow amidst the shit.
Bodies wracked and torn apart
rematerialize and dispel the
Lying structure’s counterfeited power;
Worn out order, turned Law atop its head—
Cut through the laid-out, played-out, deadening
Banter emanating from the tower.
ii. One turns one thousand to the tail.
I sleep a slumber of peace amidst a terrible time.
Connections snap and break and reconnect,
As bread breaks and makes the man,
Though not alone.
Jesus preaches in the town I left and
Turns them back for me to see, eventually;
“A great thing has happened today”
Too much of what you say is coming true;
It’s killing me the way I like to die.
Or being redefined
Sorted through it all
The buried sorts, hidden bones and powder.
Rhino run ahead in faith if finding
Craters and watering holes
You’ve kept it alive
Brought me here to feel this moment.
iii. History of Man
Too much of what you say is coming true
The tale that falls in place
Stretches up to face me.
Who could have known, 10,000 years ago
Which front was fake?
And who was coming over the waves?
The people had to take the plunge-too-deep
Signaling a greater change than Ancient favor—
Stilled and slighted by the horror who enchains
-those miracles were never far.
Your ‘elsewhere’s’ still there,
O, you with feet!
You double-minded.
iv
I gazed upon the graveyard of instants and learned.
My means – self-sabotage- I’ve disclosed.
(Stare those carried away by emotion)
Autumn has taken its place in Now.
v.
Fiver’s fear eclipsed in splendor,
Pilgrim thanks and pilgrims lay a
Foreshadowed dawning;
Dawning new habits.
Stayed in charge and changed my view of large.
Horrible
Hopeless filled the friends-in-need,
It killed and delivered me.
Stationed fast upon a pillar,
Rock,
No more books, with
Memory to serve.
Too much of what you’ve said is
Coming true here;
A desert springs new nerve- watch it.
Capture, for in time you’ll see this
Myriad descent;
Hot mirrored stage; we’re on it.
Agony and happy – beyond me they’re fulfilled.
Story florid in action,
tomato-vine scent
Within which I am killed.
No more boring,
That part is true which says it moves,
It was created and liberated.
Christ Song (2009)
Stay awhile and listen; we’ll reason-
But what you think well reasoned
Will not serve to combine it: hearts.
I’ve loved you from your hair to eyes and
Have no need to look upon the erased time that
You despised Me, girl.
To court another ‘he.’
My sneaking was the Perfect Hound, you know.
You never found the perfect boots to wear
When you descended down upon the crowds.
They never waited as they moved.
But, love, I knew mountains!
I knew far and wide!
And no matter how you tried,
You were far, babe.
They never laughed at you, no.
[Not on account of me]
Too dead, it’s true.
You spent so much time in a sorrow-room.
So much fire rather
Be the resentful child I transformed, to gain.
Time slips through your fingers – pain!
So it seems, although I
sewed its seams.
Deep still calls to deep –
As still reigns high My hope to keep you.
My Writing is Performance Before the Powers (2008)
My writing is performance before the powers
Establish it, O LORD.
Establish it and let it be the
Dust of steps, big steps.
Let it be the wind that tails the train;
A sign that calls us back to life again.
My writing is performance before the powers, and
Screams the witness; infant on to full-grown man
In letters, tones, and trances
Dances that move beyond the body-form;
Divine romances, with all phases going on in tandem.
The mountains of mythology have
Dwarfed the hills of Law;
Those who rise to scale their peaks are few;
But those who do, their lives renew!
Jesus is a light too bright for eyes, so
No nagging-need to advertise this
Most clever guise and story-told;
The Father who reigns above will rain below;
Does rain below.
Same Voice (2008)
Set the bar as low and leap with knocking knees,
and so do with me what you please.
The same voice that told me that will
tell me that;
The same voice that told me that will
tell me that;
and drag me by the heel along the road to die.
The same voice poses friendship, poses time
seeks to take my soul [alive]
Drives me drunk with cloudy fears that
poison me for years.
Dams the honey-flowing angel voice,
Disturbs repose with woes,
and moves me ”headlong into harm.”
It warns me that, “I will be ill!”
But my will has been ill all this time.
It warns me that, “I will be poor!”
But I have been poor since long before.
Neither busy not in need,
its tempting strain, indeed, is greed.
Cocoon Days (2008)
If encountered in cocoon-days,
I’ll ask, “How are we communicating?
With broken-up reception?
With flowery deception?
It’s hard enough to break through to the
Ghost behind the skull.
Then, so much for this culture!
Its hiding places have been
Overrun by demons,
Anywhere you can think to go-
You’re far from alone.
Often Times (2008)
Often times, when I survive a thing
Backlash batters brow in such a way that,
Senses heightened, folly finds…
Pride’s a dumb mask
Making me sorrier and sorrier and sorrier and sorrier and sorrier and sorrier.
Often times, when I would build it high
Try to make it fly, the
Tide of blood would break, rush
Wicked heart to stop…
Would not it self-support?
Making me wearier and wearier and wearier and wearier and wearier and wearier.
Often times, when I would withhold a mite
Demons treat me so that
In my time alone, I gather strength
To toss it all aside,
Making me poorer and poorer and poorer and poorer and poorer and poorer and poorer.
Untitled (2008)
ii.
The viols play the strain-
hit that cadence chord and
Head-on back to the refrain.
You’ve shattered earth before;
Do it again.
One left formal scheme-to dissolve as if to die.
I at one and one with Will-
the Sovereign Being pushing forward, ever forward.
That Divine Hunter of Love, in a
Forest of Time;
Sets His sights and goes in for the kill.
There’s a Well Without A Bottom (2008)
God has left you all a line.
God has left you all a line.
God has left you all a line.
Take a step away from time;
Behold…look up; attend the sky.
It’s opened wide, and all the host is taxed;
They come, as messengers,
to thee, and me.
I’ve near suffocated on phony love (2008)
Stale air, indrawn-shallow presence, and
Yet another sorry state.
Brother stab brother in the heart
Empty and dispose;
A faker
You’ve expressed yourself so well!
Alas, here—
I see you’ve dropped your mask.
I’ve near suffocated on phony art (2008)
Trade your magazines for the Word;
You’ll need it to amend yourself.
Trade your guitar in for a sword;
You’ll need it to defend yourself.
When I opened up the think-tank, everyone inside was dead
They didn’t see the crushing blocks upon the shells.
Nor heard the tolling of the bells.
Their tower’s tall and far away,
And no one up inside it really cared about these things much, anyway.